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Really good at parroting back the last thing you said.

Roger! Stop with the Ray Randolph, Armchair Expert character! That moustache is fooling no one.

Check out his Wikipedia page. It’s a long read, but this guy isn’t just a serial molester: he’s pretty much the iconic evangelical Christian, conservative hypocrite.

Man, those poor towels are working SO HARD at trying to bring some life to that crypt, poor things.

Goober tuber.

Wellness mad-libs.

Sometimes I feel like my only recourse to avoid being ruined by these people is just to die early, anyhow. They’ve normalized the idea, and created an efficient process for it, so: Republican chute, here I come. I hope to clog it for a few days, on my way down anyhow. Tiny, too-late resistance will be my protest. Mess

She got a lot done in a day. I envy her.

Made by Helen. : )

I want to be her.

Dear, funny paultoes, I can’t bring myself to star that, but I want to thank you for posting it and making it known. What a fucking world.

Angels ain’t what they used to be. Lot of wear and tear, poor bastards.

I’m only surprised they didn’t make the blonde woman stand on her head, for maximum gam symmetry.

Hmm. I think a LOT of white people are worried about that tipping point when they no longer comprise “the majority” in the U.S.

Archie Bunker used the term “minorities*” a lot. It clearly gave him comfort to consider himself part of a majority.

I vote that we make thirty or so more of these girls, and circle his grave site with them, so he’s always being monitored by someone better and with a warmer heart.

Donny: (jumping up and down, excitedly squealing, rubbing his little hands together in anticipation, shrieks) We peeeee on them?!

Hmmm. A sexy witch, kinda.

I was fourteen when I saw it at a university screening room, and had to beg some friends of my mom (a nice adventurous lesbian couple) to take me, because of the rating and its notoriety. About halfway through, one of them threw up and then waited in the car, and the other left me under the guise of “checking on Deb.”